DFF: New Pet

Today I channeled a favorite piece of fiction… and it helped inspire the main character in this piece. It was a lot of fun, so I hope you enjoy!

Today’s Prompt: “Demons are stupid.”

Today’s Story:

New Pet

Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

Teatime, always my favorite time of day. Nothing like taking a few moments out of your day to just relax and kick back, enjoy a nice hot cuppa, eat a few tasty morsels and maybe just get a few moments to yourself to read or study something just for your enjoyment. Setting down my tea, I am just turning the page when out of no where I am in some dingy, musty smelling basement, chanting going on around me. I look over my reading glasses and take in the occupants of the room I am now standing in. Sighing heavily I close my book, and snap my finger sending it home to my library. Quirking one eyebrow I take in the room around me. “How may I serve you?” I ask, being sure to keep my features pleasant, this one will be so easy to fool, obviously used to being in charge, and not having a lick of sense, he is holding a shivering, half naked woman in front of himself. Not like I can’t get plenty of women on my own. What is with these humans and thinking I want half clothed human women?!

“We have summoned you here, and have circled you, so you must do our bidding, and in return I have a sacrifice you can do with as you please.” Comes his commanding and sure of himself reply.

“Yes, I see. You have done such a marvelous job of summoning me. Following every textbook desire. So, you are saying if I do as you will, I can have my desire?” I ask him, careful to keep my eyes on the woman. Implying she is my desire and not the mad man holding her.

“Oh yes!” he exclaims.

Carefully I keep from rolling my eyes at his stupidity. “Well then, what is your will?” I ask, just waiting to get my hands on him. Humans like him do not deserve to live a free life.

“I want you to grant me powers beyond my wildest dreams!” His eyes dreamily drifting to some world that no one can see but him.

“Oh, I can do that, but it may be a higher price, are you prepared to pay that price?” I ask him softly.

“Yes, I will pay any price!”

“Then come here. I will grant you all the power at my disposal.” The man walks in to the circle, dropping it and I touch him, clasping his wrist. “You are sure this is what you desire?” I ask him, a final time.

“More than anything! I want to be the most powerful human!” He says.

“That is all I needed to hear, thank you,” I laugh, blinking out of the room with him, taking him to my lair for training.

“What… what is going on? Where are we? What have you done?” he stammers, looking at the poshness around him.

“I have brought you to my home for training. There was no way I was staying in that nasty cesspool a moment longer than I had to. Besides, you said that you were willing to pay the price, and that price is simple… you are to become a pet… and if you do really well, then who knows, you may even become a gift.” I answer, laughing at the expressions fleeting across his face. “Now, in you go.” I shove him in to a large kennel, reserved just for the purpose.

“What? You can’t do this! Let me out!” He wails, trying to reach through the bars and get out. I laugh, it has been too long since I trained a new pet. Oh the joys of breaking them. “Demons are stupid. Pawns. You can’t do this to me!” He rages.

“Stupid. Pawns. Who is the pawn now? You were the one driven by your desires for power. Not me.” I laugh and walk out of the room. Ah yes, he will make a marvelous gift for Valentines day. And training new pets is what I do best.

What about you? Where does that prompt take you? Please share in the comments below.  And if you like what you see, I am officially published. Please check out the anthologies I am published in, the MN Emerging Writers and the National Edition!



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